Carnage Island (Reject Island)(104)

Alpha Dirk nods, his stoic expression making him that much more intimidating.

Beverly visibly swallows. I’m not sure what kind of wolf shifter she is, but she resembles a deer in the headlights right now. “Yes, Alpha Tieran,” she manages to say, her voice a bit raspier than before.

“That’ll be all,” he says, dismissing her before looking at Alpha Crane once more. “We’re taking the Nantahala Territory. If that’s a problem for you, speak now. Otherwise, I’ll take your silence as acceptance of our intentions.”

Alpha Crane’s jaw clenches. “You will not enter my lands.”

“I’m not talking about Santeetlah Territory, I’m talking about Nantahala Territory,” Tieran replies. “I have no need for your pack or your lands, and it’ll remain that way until you give me reason to feel otherwise.”

“What will happen with the Nantahala Wolves?” Alpha Crane asks, a hint of hesitation in his tone.

“That’s not your concern,” Tieran replies flatly. “However, as a token of good faith, I’ll respond. The majority of the women and children have chosen to seek shelter with our pack. Several of the men have as well. Those who shared Bryson’s pack philosophies have been given thirty days to relocate. Anyone who chooses to remain past that deadline will be dealt with accordingly.”

It’s a stern summary, but a fair one.

Almost ninety percent of the survivors have sought refuge with the Black Mountain Pack.

It’s an arrangement I didn’t expect Tieran to make with the Nantahala Wolves. But it’s one I respect and appreciate since several of them were friends at one point.

And those who weren’t are either dead or have fled.

For the first time today, a glimmer of respect graces Alpha Crane’s expression.

He’s realizing that if we ever take his land that we’ll likely offer refuge to his wolves, Caius says. That relief right there demonstrates that he does care for his pack, he just goes about it in a backward manner.

It’s the only reason he and his son are going to be allowed to live another day, Tieran replies. “We’re done here,” he says out loud. “Next time we meet, I expect you to bring your whole pack. That includes the women. They’re wolves, not slaves.”

Several of the female Carnage Wolves howl in approval of their Alpha’s words and I join them, pleased that he chose to add that final jibe.

He doesn’t wait for Alpha Crane to reply, he steps in front of me, presents the other Alpha his back, and kisses me with a fierceness that knocks me off my literal feet.

Fortunately, Volt catches me. But then he spins me and kisses me just as intensely.

I’ve forgotten how to breathe by the time Caius takes my mouth.

My stomach clenches with a desire that permeates the air.

Volt presses his nose to my neck, inhaling deeply as he rumbles in approval. “Please tell me I can fuck her in this field.”

“That would require removing her clothes,” Tieran says, his nose in my hair.

“No,” Caius says against my mouth. “We’ll devour her in the den.”

My lips curl at the mention of our den.

It’s a new one in Black Mountain Pack territory surrounded by fir trees with a little creek that runs alongside it and a lot of land for running.

My mates surprised me with the beautiful home just last week. And it’s absolutely perfect.

Apparently, Tieran’s father gifted it to the clan several years ago, the intention to be a gift for whenever they returned. Tieran requested several renovations, one of which kept us from being able to move back as soon as he originally wanted.

But that allowed us to say goodbye to Carnage Island properly.

I miss it. Yet I also don’t.

My home is where my mates are, something I hum into all their minds.

If Volt wants to take me in this field right now, I’ll love every minute of it. Because it’s him. Because Caius and Tieran are here, too.

However, their possessive energy tells me that’s not going to happen.

Because Canton is watching us.

Which I realize is why they all decided to devour me within an inch of my life.

I don’t even look at him. He no longer matters.

I only have eyes for three men.

Tieran. Caius. And Volt.

My Carnage Wolves.

My Alphas.

My mates.





One Year Later





I stand beneath a tree, watching Clove as she spins around the yard with our daughter in her arms. Technically, the baby has Volt’s genetics, not mine, but all three of us consider that little girl ours, just like Clove.

She’s as beautiful as her mother.

The tenderness of the moment keeps me from interrupting as I don’t have the best news to deliver. I don’t want to spoil their fun.

Clove giggles as the baby babbles at her.

Then Volt swoops in to steal the little bundle of love away. He does it with a huge grin that makes Clove laugh harder, but his dark eyes catch mine and I know he’s done this for me.

He can sense that I need to talk to her.

I’ve kept it from the mental connection, not wanting to risk Clove overhearing it in my thoughts.

But he reads me almost as well as Caius does.

“I’m going to go see if I can’t coax our little beauty into taking a nap,” Volt says, a purr already igniting in his chest. “Then maybe mommy will reward me by engaging in some adult playtime afterward.”